Camila's POV My Alejandro smiles and opens his arms wide ushering her to run into them. Which she happily does.He catches her, lifts her off the ground and spins her around. And all I can do is stand there and watch. Watch as Alejandro's smile turns into a little smirk as he whispers something in Greta's ear discreetly. A move I wouldn't have caught had I not been watching them so closely. I would have also missed the way Greta's cheeks warm into a blush, the color tinting her pale cheeks beautifully."How are you, princess?" He smiles and places a peck on her lips.And that's when everything crumbles. My face drops and I find myself blinking back tears. I was his princess not her. And infront of me?An awful mix of sadness and rage seep into my pores but I let the latter take over, for I couldn't stand anymore sadness.Sadness was the only constant in my life these past few days. I had been feeling particularly alone and down and Alejandro's absence wasn't helping.Ethan's been
Camila's POV I always hated people who were never direct. People who would only beat around the bush. People who never said it how it was. But you know what was worse?People that never even mentioned it. Those people were avoiders. I hated avoiders. They made my life a living hell because I was a very direct person. I wanted problems dealt with there and then. Alejandro? He was direct, blunt and he never sugar coated anything. I mean it was a given for someone like him. He was powerful, strong and knew what he wanted. Except it seems that when it came to me, he threw that all out the fucking window. It had been two days since that night, and in those two very long, excruciatingly lonely days he had been avoiding me. I'll admit for a good part of the first day I had also been avoiding him, but that was out of pure embarrassment and humiliation. I woke the next morning looking back and my actions from the night before and cringing.The man outright rejected me in the worst way p
Alejandro's POV I've done many horrible things in my life. Things that to the regular everyday person, would be immoral, illegal, unethical. And my actions would deem me a monster, inhumane, cruel. But it was business. Mistakes were overbrushed, dealt with and moved on. Feelings were never considered. There was no room for regrets or apologies and there was never any compassion or affection. I never thought of myself as a person who enjoyed touch. I simply hated to be touched. I didn't like people around me. The only time I would consider touching was sex. But the touches were never soft, they were harsh, never filled with any affection or compassion, just skin slapping skin that got me what I wanted. A release. But innocent touches without a clear purpose? Or if there was a purpose, it was for something deeper - below the surface. Something tender and soft. Not sexually driven, but ones out of pure endearment and warmth. Those were never even considered in my lifetime. My
Camila's POV "I..." I stammer, not knowing what to say but it's like he's not entirely listening to me, instead he's working himself up. "Now you don't have anything to fucking say" He spits. He looks down at me and the look on his face is so degrading."Look at you. You're in my fucking bed touching yourself and-cazzo where the fuck did you put your underwear?" He asks working himself up so much that I see the veins in his neck start to pop. (Fuck)And that's when all my confidence vanishes. But he's not done. "Cover yourself up." He spits looking down at me in disgust like I'm some cheap whore. My initial reaction is to cry because of how mean he's being and how cheap and shitty I feel but another part of me-a deeper darker part of me - one that I never even knew existed, finds it even more arousing. So much so that I feel the need to clench my legs together but I don't. I try to stay still, I really do, but I can't help but slightly wiggle in discomfort and I guess I'm not as
Camila's POV I trail my fingers over my slit, debating if I should try to do something new and push a finger in there. But then, I think better of it. I just wanted to play with him. The sound of heavy breathing hangs in the air and I bite my lip to suppress the moans and sounds, before realizing that I'm not the only one panting. I watch Alejandro's face through hooded eyes and for a moment, his eyes turn unfocused and his tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip. But just as I think he's going to give into temptation, he hastily reaches forward and yanks my wrist up and out from beneath the covers. I blink at him in surprise, as he brings my wrist up and paces it over the covers, sending me a stern warning look, one that tells me don't. I dart my eyes across his face, his jaw is tensed, his cheeks are flushed and if I didn't know any better, I'd say he was flustered. My heart beats erratically in my chest and I plaster on an innocent obedient look. One that prompts him to let
Camila's POV "Che Cazzo?" I hear him say from behind me, his voice sharp and all traces of fatigue long gone. (What the fuck?)I blink and then blink again, my heart still pounding in surprise at the fact that for a split moment, Alejandro was voluntarily touching me. Alejandro hastily sits up."You couldn't handle the rum. I should have never let you drink in here." He mumbles and I turn my body around to see him scooting away from me while he sits up against the headboard. "I'm completely sober, and it's not like I suffocated you with my groin like you did the other night." I mumble.He snaps his head towards me, his eyes staring at me in complete outrage. "What did you just say?" He snaps, lifting the covers to my chest as if trying to shield my body from his eyes. I offer a shrug as I lay on my back to stare at the ceiling. "Haven't you ever wondered why I didn't spend the night last time I said I would?" I can feel his gaze on the side of my face. "You were too much of a horny
Camila's POV You see, there'd been a major miscalculation on my part. I hadn't account for the fact that intending to be bold was one thing, but actually following through on it, was another. I though I could come in here and take things to the next level, but I couldn't work up the courage. And I'd have happily complied with his demand had I not been a little too confident earlier and put on my skimpiest nightie before decided to ditch my panties. I was bitching out and I was fine with it. "Whatever." He mumbles, getting into bed and scooting down towards the middle. "Take it off."I grit my teeth and slowly slip it off, trying to come up with a plan to get myself out of this, before I embarrass myself. I discreetly slip into the bed, straightening out my nightie and pulling it over my bare ass as I turn away from him and make sure there's distance between us. I was going to have to spend the night sleeping alone, next to him.Good job, Camila. Shuffling sounds from behind me
Camila's POV Something was off. After a silent car ride home, Alejandro not only accompanied me up to my bedroom, but went as far as to do an entire walk through of the space, seeming to be in search for something, only leaving when he seemed satisfied. But not before telling me to find him immediately after getting ready for bed.And when he disappeared without another word for the next two hours with a bunch of the other men, including Ethan who came by and crushed me to him in a hug, I knew something was up. It was nearly two am when I sobered up and finished my night routine. I showered, did my skincare before slipping on a brown nightie, one that complimented my tan skin. The nightie was fairly short and so, I opted for covering it up with a short silk robe, one that went to mid thigh, it was cute, save for the sparkling belt but I needed the belt to hide what was underneath. Besides I'd take it off once I got into bed, into Alejandro's bed. I make my way down the hall, tow
Camila's POV Alejandro has ruined ever other mediocre boy for me. I sigh and try closing my eyes to get back to the place I just was, but the boy keeps fucking talking and trying to whisper things in my ear. Things I don't really care to hear. And so with an eye roll ,I spin around and throw my arms around his neck. "This will go a lot better if you don't talk." I say and I see his adams apple bob at my sudden forwardness or was it from our proximity? With a nod he places his hands on my waist and guides us to the music. "You're beautiful." I hear him breathe and I look up to see his gaze focused on my face. I smile up at the guy. "I know." It's like he doesn't even hear me and is trapped in his own daze as he dips his head and connects our lips in a chaste kiss. It takes me by surprise. He's fast and sloppy and it's nothing compared to the little peck Alejandro gave me today. My heart flutters at the memory of Alejandro kissing me. He initiated it, out of no where.His lips w